A storm is coming.

Rolling over a fulfilled horizon,

A fulfilled life.

Even from afar the thunder booms,

And the lightning crackles.

Shattering the sky into a mess of flowing colors.

Threatening what you hold close.

The thunder always comes before the rain they say.

But we all sit in silence.

We all hope that the lies won’t be torn open,

But a gust of wind blows the first drop of truth over unloved eyes.

The body’s of the weak and the strong alike Lie broken,

Broken by the falling of truth

Maybe it would be better to run,

Better to hide away.

Maybe it’s better to never know that the time was wasted,

Wasted or just ready to be washed away.

They reach out their hand.

You can hide within their heart.

Let them block out the falling rain,

Block out the lying sky.

But finally You refuse letting the rain wash over you,

Wash over the shell that protects you and all the happiness you received.

A hollow reflection melts to the floor.

The parts of you that want to stay happy.

No matter how much the thunder booms.

No matter how much pain it takes.

Maybe you could outrun the rain.

Take their lying hand and run.

Run for shadows because there, they can still hold you close.

For there you'll never need to say goodbye.

But the rain strips away the hope.

Strips away the love that was already lost.

Somehow the love hurts more than the rain.

And somehow knowledge is more powerful than the storm.

A storm has come.

Rolling over the tattered shells of the broken.

But on the other side of the old memories.

Lies a different kind of light.

A different kind of love.

The patterns switch.

The storm shifts.

And the skinned truth dries on your weary face.

You can’t run forever,

But you can always wait.